Best Plump Poems

Through the years they worked their spells
     From drawers and cupboards, taking things
       That through...

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Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes
bringing to mind precious stones and
caramel scones; innocent and wise -
Wondering, yet without surprise.

Staring down the universe, a challenge
in...

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I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell
fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain.
A memory that I cannot curtail
wafts bitter sweetly to me, and...

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I walk along the old familiar path in the wood of my childhood -
the place that I willingly abandoned  
for the lure of new...

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atop worn weathered concrete
pink petals gaily gather
entice lovers strolling
fingers touch  mittens vanish.

blushing halo canopy
highlights cool rosy cheeks
tiny buds whisper passion
newly awakened  long sleep.

sky...

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Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty

Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while...

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Breezes rock the park - a soft sway of sun.
They are rosebud-faced, floral lace-swaddled,
sun-smiley; rapt eyes watching butterflies.

Their fingers dance in air like butterflies.
They are...

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It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did. ...

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Stayed 
             in the sun 
       ...

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The shell remains
picked clean by hungry vultures
ravenous with greed.
Gouged-out eyes
now bare hollow sockets
vacant in their stare.
Morsels of choice parts 
deftly stripped or torn away—
and gutted...

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Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to...

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I felt the touch of the breeze on my face from my sleep
Oh! With the morning sun, i woke with a flip
And there staring at...

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We've always been obsessed with hair
Ponytails or long and flowing
Medusa's hair would turn you to stone
If you gazed on it, no joking

In the 60s a...

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Two teddy bears, named
Ted and Fred,
Packed a picnic basket with buns,
And home-made bread,
Keep to the path their mummy said,
So off they went, along the way,
Happy...

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Hear the soft coo-cooing that faithful love imparts, 
                ...

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